Lila POV
I sit quietly, sipping on the tasty wine, but then Caleb drops down at the table opposite me, his features pulled into a scowl. I feign ignorance to his anger and continue scanning the menu.
“Can’t sense him anywhere,” Caleb snaps after a moment. When I don’t acknowledge him, he mutters, “I hope you choke on that wine.”
“It’s very tasty,” I reply with a grin, my gaze still on the menu as I take another sip. Teasing Caleb is becoming a favourite pastime of mine. “You should try some. After all, it’s been charged to your card.”
In my peripheral vision, Caleb huffs and pulls out a strange triangle that looks like a metal hair clip. I remember seeing it in the box of DHT things that were dropped off on the first day—the box Caleb took into his room and never let me see again.
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